The day was normal. As usual. I was sitting in my last period class listening to the English teacher talk about what happened to him over the weekend as he usually does every Monday in the beginning of class. I was in the back row so I was able to lay my head on my hand and stare out the window. Looks like dark clouds are rolling in. I dozed off by accident but came to when my English teacher was calling my name.
“Chris! This isn’t nap time. Get up and begging taking notes or I’ll I fail you on your next quiz which we will be having one tomorrow.”
I took out my notebook but the Bell was ringing. I put it back in my backpack and slung it on my shoulder and took off out into the hallway. I reached my locker when I heard a loud bang a little ways down and seen the school bully John pushing a kid up against the lockers. I noticed the kid as Samuel. He was always getting picked on by the other kids but John was the worst as he sometimes gets physical and that is what was happening now. I started walking a way and decided not to look back but instead go home.
Sitting at my desk I had my laptop on while eating a Hot Pocket for supper. It was a pretty relaxing night so far and hearing it storm outside made it better. I was take a bite of my Hot Pocket when it thundered shaking the whole house and making me drop my food. I haven’t vacuumed my room in ages so when it hit the floor I knew the food was done for so I picked it up and tossed it in the trashcan can next to my desk.
I put my finger on the mouse pad of the laptop and clicked on the internet browser icon and then went to check my email. Spam. Spam. Junk. Spam. It was all spam mail but there was one that caught my eye. Studentswilldie@*****.com. I knew it had to be spam but clicked on it anyways. When the message popped up I instantly began to read it.
“The students of Philsbay Highschool will soon face the consequences of their actions.”
That is a weird email but didn’t think anything of it. Things like this get sent out all the time from spammers. All they need is a small piece of information and then they spam you with nonsense emails. I deleted the email and closed the browser and went to lay down. Tomorrow will be another wonderful day.
The day was once again another normal boring day. I was walking to the bathroom during second period when I rounded a corner and seen John standing over Samuel as he was laying on the ground holding his hands up towards John.
“Your going to snitch on me Sammy I’ll make sure you never snitch again.”
“I didn’t snitch on you I swear.”
John didn’t say anything after Samuel spoke but instead grabbed Sam by the shirt and picked him and slammed him against the lockers. John made a fist, pulled back and then at full force punch Samuel in the mouth. Blood began to pour from his busted lip and ran down to his shirt staining the top. John let go and walked off as Samuel ran the other direction towards me. I tried to hide around the corner but to late Samuel seen me and glared at me.
“You couldn’t f*****g stop him and help me. You are just like the rest of them.”
I didn’t realize how tall he was until we we’re face to face. He was taller than me reaching maybe 6 foot and his hair is lighter up close as it always looked straight back but it had a hint of a light brown in it. His eyes were what caught my attention more. They were grey. A onimous grey. It was quite frightening staring into them.
“Dude I just wanted to use the bathroom,” I said, “this is your fight not mine. I don’t want to cause-”
Before I could finish he pushed past me walking down the science hallway. I turned back around and began towards the bathroom again. That was crazy. I knew John was violent but I have never seen him physically hit somebody. I finished up, zipped my pants and walked back to second period.
The Bell rang to indicate third period. The class got up and we walked into the hallways. It was very congested walking to American History. I bumped into everybody that walked past me while being kicked in the shin by whoever was behind me. I made it to third period sitting in my chair. The Bell rang to indicate third period has begun. The teacher was about to begin talking when the principle got on the intercom and started talking.
“Students of Philsbay High School. I ask that everybody stay in their third period class room and that all teachers lock the classroom doors, turn off the lights and stand watch as we might have a possible intruder in the building. The doors seem to be chained and padlocked from the inside and all pairs of bolt cutters the school owns has gone missing. We ask the students and teachers to keep calm as we have the police en route and we are trying to figure a way to cut the chain.”
After the principle got off the intercom the class was in an uproar of questions. The teacher Mr. Robins got up and walked over the classroom door where he proceeded to lock it and just stared out the window. I looked around and seen John sitting in his desk staring at the teacher. He looked different today though. His hair is in its usual mohawk with a bit of blonde on his forehead. He looked a little frightened hit he did a good job at hiding it. He then scanned the room and his gaze stopped and his face changed into a snarl. I followed to where he was looking and Samuel was just staring at him in a blank stare.
Samuel stood up and I noticed something weird. He had a black trench coat on. He started walking towards John and then stopped in front of his desk.
“What the hell do you want Sammy?”
No sooner when John finished asking his question Samuel reached into his black trench coat and pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Mr. Robins and shot him in the back of the head then turned and pointed the gun at everybody else and waved the gun over the classroom.
“Everybody line the f**k up against that back wall over there and then get on your knees.”
By that time my heart was racing and I just sat there while everybody rushed over to the back wall and kneeling. Boys and girls alike crying and begging for mercy but me not being able to move or comprehend what was happened until I felt a hard, cold piece of metal hit me in the back of the head. I knew it was the b**t of the pistol.
“Get the hell over to that wall and kneel, Chris.”
That hit to the head was enough to put sense into me to listen. I walked to the wall and before I could turn and kneel I hear 5 loud pops. I ducked and covered my head and waited a few seconds. I was grabbed by the back of the shirt and pulled up and turned around by force. When I made the 180 I was staring into the barrel of the pistol. I looked up slightly and was staring into Samuel’s grey eyes.
“Why do this?” I asked with a frightened toned. I knew I was going to die so why bothered asking I thought.
“Because the people in this school need to be taught a lesson.”
“Killing isn’t the answer. You won’t be able to get away. Your life will be spent in prison when you get done.”
“Trust me Chris. They need a live body to take to prison.”
I kneeled and looked left to right and seen 5 bodies laying face down blood puddled around each of them. I knew they were dead but John was still alive. I knew why. He wanted John to suffer and watch as Samuel killed off other students and making John wait.
Only me, John and 5 other students remain. Samuel shot 3 of them. Next to me I hear John crying and begging to live and be spared. Samuel was reaching into his trench coat because his clip ran out of bullets. At that time the student next to me Collin took that as a cue to get up and attack Samuel but before Collin reached him Samuel pulled out another pistol and shot Collin two times in the chest and once in the head.
All that was left was me and John. I knew this was the end. Samuel reached into his trench coat again this time I heard a clicking noise and he pulled out a sawn off shotgun that was clipped to a holster he had on under the coat. By that time teachers were piled outside Mr. Robin’s classroom trying to get in. One teacher broke the glass and was trying to reach the door knob when Samuel turned and shot the teacher in his hand marking scatter shots all around the door and a blood mark where the hand was. I took that time to push myself off the wall and tackle Samuel.
The shotgun hit the ground and went off. I began to punch Samuel in the face. The teachers unlocked the door and stepped over Mr. Robins and ran towards me and Samuel with the police right behind. I guess they got the chains off.
I turned to look at John and seen him up against the wall. I felt sorry for the son of a b***h but he did have it coming but not the other students. They didn’t deserve this.
I made it outside and was sat down by an ambulance where a paramedic looked me over. He began to Pat a gauze pad on my leg and it stung bad so I looked down and seen that a bullet grazed my leg. He told me I’d need stitches and began to work on it cleaning it up and stitching it closed. I took my phone out of my pocket and looked at myself through the camera. I looked like s**t. Blood spots covered my face and bits off what clothes. It all must’ve came from John. I couldn’t get the image of the horrific scene from in the classroom. The teachers were terrified and shaking and the principle was having a panic attack. Nobody will be the same after this. Today will be a day that nobody will forget.
